Nominated

The sun was still high when we returned from the beach. A cove was more fitting, but in the fjord's country, it was typical enough. Today had been a great day, with Frances driving us into narrow roads just wide enough for her small car. We had trod along a path that took us to the cove, the transparent waters surrounded by pine trees and rounded outcrops.

We had explored to our heart's content, following trails that seemed to disappear as we followed it, hopping upon rocks, crossing path with a few people, one of them being naked expect for his hiking shoes – which sent us into peals of laughter. Typical Nordic.

We had fended off an attack of giant red ants while we ate our pic nic, perched upon a large piece of granite on top of the hill, and ventured in the mess of pine trees, cliffs and outcrops on our way back.